Rosily greedily clung to her mother’s presence.
She could never fully accept Estelle, her older sister who had suddenly appeared and was now set to share half of the love that came from their mother.
The restraint Rosily showed was only because she didn’t want to trouble their mother.
Rosily wasn’t childish; she simply refused to be mature.
The crying child gets milk.
Then, the spoiled child gets even more!
Playing dumb, acting spoiled, throwing tantrums—these were skills Rosily was born with.
She knew she couldn’t drive away her cheap older sister just yet.
So, for now, she would fight for her mother’s favor!
But Enya admitted her mistake first, which completely stunned Rosily.
Is… is there such a way to solve this?
While Rosily was still dazed, Enya took the opportunity to say,
“My little darling, how do you want to punish mommy for breaking her promise?”
“Umm…”
“No matter what you ask for, mommy will say yes to her little darling.”
“Then… then…”
Under Enya’s gentle and loving gaze, Rosily finally couldn’t hold back. She turned her head aside and, in a soft, sweet voice, said,
“Then you have to buy me a cake, but only enough for the four of us!”
“Okay, but you know, Mommy can bake cakes too. I’ll make you a special one, my little darling. How does that sound?”
Enya chuckled softly. Her daughter’s skills were still too shallow; as soon as she backed down a little, she didn’t know how to deal with it.
Calling her “my little darling” over and over, Rosily’s heart melted, and she smiled foolishly, rubbing the sweat and dirt on her body all over Enya’s skirt.
Enya wasn’t even annoyed.
“Good girl, my little darling. Let’s go take a bath.”
“Okay!”
Rosily cheerfully lifted her chin and walked into the bathroom. Enya washed her second daughter clean, then carried her to bed, gently coaxing her to sleep.
It was already past ten at night.
At the end of the second-floor hallway, a window was open, through which the gloomy sky outside could be seen.
Enya quietly approached her original bedroom, carefully pushed the door open, and stepped inside.
She saw Estelle meditating, using cultivation to substitute for sleep.
She sighed and came to the bedside.
Estelle opened her eyes and stopped absorbing Origin Magic Power.
“Madam Phil?”
Enya sat down on Estelle’s bed, reaching out to gently touch the girl’s cheek. The soft, maternal smile faded as she shifted from a loving mother to a strict figure, speaking to her eldest daughter.
“Ain told me to watch over you carefully while you sleep.”
Estelle lowered her eyes.
If she slept, she couldn’t cultivate. Without hard work, she wouldn’t catch up to that person.
Enya lightly pinched her eldest daughter’s face.
“Fool, since Ain said that, there must be her reasons. Though I don’t understand cultivation well… well, not very well.”
“But cultivation isn’t just about magic power. It’s also about cultivating the soul and sharpening the mind. I failed breaking through the Fifth-Tier before because I was too tense. I don’t want you to be like me, Estelle.”
The last sentence was said by Enya in her identity as Madam Phil.
Madam Phil’s “lie” was a setup—she was a Fourth-Rank Alchemist who had twice failed to break past bottlenecks, a former adventurer who had to quit the team because she had children.
Estelle pondered silently before looking up and nodding at Enya.
“I understand, Madam Phil.”
“Good, good.”
Enya smiled gently. “Estelle can also call me ‘Mom’ just like Rosily does. I don’t mind—in fact, I would be very happy.”
“Madam Phil, you… you are Rosily’s mother?”
Estelle lowered her head.
Enya knew she had been too impatient, but she truly wanted to hear Estelle call her ‘Mom’ and act spoiled just like Rosily.
She sighed softly and said,
“Go to sleep early, child.”
“Mm, you too, Madam Phil.”
Estelle lay down, and Enya helped cover her with the blanket before leaving.
Going downstairs, Enya entered the bathroom.
She scooped Rosily’s bathwater into a bucket, planning to use it later to water the herbs and vegetables growing in the yard.
After reheating the water and adjusting the temperature, Enya found a thin white camisole nightdress and began to undress.
A fitted corset, a white blouse, and a long black skirt.
Her mature and graceful body was now clad only in thin, black intimate wear, which she finally removed.
Enya walked over to the wooden tub and tested the water temperature.
Satisfied that it was just right, she stepped in.
As her long, shapely legs slipped into the water, warm water overflowed the edges of the tub.
Enya tied up her hair and slowly sat down. The warm water enveloped her skin, bringing a gentle heat and a comforting feeling to her soul.
“Mm hmm~”
She let out a soft sigh between her thin lips.
Holding a washcloth, Enya lowered her head and looked at her “big white rabbit,” sighing to herself,
“How did you grow up so fast?”
Enya felt like she was still a young girl yesterday, but now she was living a life with two daughters, transformed from a girl into a mature, sisterly figure.
Time really changes people.
After carefully cleaning her transformed body, Enya realized just how big the difference was between her current Phil incarnation and her true self.
Colorful winged moths fluttered from her body as she separated into two forms.
With Enya’s true body appearing, the wooden tub suddenly felt crowded.
Phil and Enya looked at each other.
Phil was the first to laugh.
“Oh my, you really have motherhood bursting out all over.”
“Shut up!”
The Dragon Princess Enya’s ears flushed red. Her golden-red dragon eyes shot Phil a glare as she turned her back, refusing to look at her.
Phil smiled mischievously and pressed her soft body against Enya’s back. The two bodies clung tightly together as she said to herself,
“Are you heading out?”
“Yeah.”
Enya felt her tail being pinched and her waist tense involuntarily.
She grumbled with a scowl at Phil, who was pressing down on her,
“Is Goddess Milaya really such a promiscuous woman?”
“Pfft, you really don’t hold back on insulting yourself.”
Phil giggled, her mouth slightly open as she gently bit Enya’s ear, letting her experience just how fiery her incarnation could be.
Enya curled her lips and replied unhappily,
“Hmph, I should’ve never split off.”
“You can go out with peace of mind. I promise to take good care of the girls.”
“Yeah, sure!”
Phil pretended not to hear.
Enya planned to leave Redwood City and head to White Stone City for one last battle. She had made a deadly enemy of Tulius.
Since that was the case, she intended to strike while he was weak and take his dog’s life.
But now wasn’t the right time. Tulius’s promised one million gold coins hadn’t arrived yet.
Before she slaughtered the sheep, she had to fleece all the wool.
Enya had to first recover to a Dual Fifth Core level.